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The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

No Salvation No End is a relentless descent into despair, forged in the fires of betrayal, loss, and emotional ruin. With crushing riffs and tortured screams, the song captures the feeling of being trapped in a personal hell — clawing for redemption that never comes. Each verse burns with frustration and hopelessness, building toward an eruption of raw, untamed fury. The chorus echoes like a cry into the void, a brutal reminder that not every soul gets saved, and not every story finds peace.

It’s not just a song — it’s a reckoning. A final scream in the dark from someone who’s lost everything… and has nothing left to fear.

No salvation no end

[Verse 1:]
Please, please, please—I’m begging here
Can I wake up in a world that feels sincere?
Where the people I love are close, not gone
Where I didn’t trade my soul just to carry on

I’m frozen stiff, I’m aching deep
In every bone, in every sleep
I threw away the things that mattered
Played with fire, let my whole world shatter

[Pre-Chorus:]
How the hell did I let it slip?
Why’d I panic when it all made sense?
Why’d I throw love off the edge
Just ‘cause we had a fight, just ‘cause I flinched?

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than good enough
Now I’m buried in the darkness
Dug myself a hole too rough
Please, please, please
Help me set this right
I know it’s up to me…
But damn it—give me back my life

[Verse 2:]
I’ve walked through fire, self-made hell
Tortured my soul till it forgot how to yell
I left the light, chose pain instead
Treated love like a game, till it bled

Why didn’t I let myself be loved?
Why’d I run when push came to hug?
I blamed the stars, I cursed the sky
But maybe the fault’s just me this time

[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe I had to lose it all
To learn what not to let fall
Maybe I had to break apart
To feel the beating in my heart

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than worth the fight
Now I’m stuck beneath the surface
Suffocating in my own spite
Please, please, please
Help me make it right
I know I’ve got to move…
But God, give me back my life

[Bridge:]
I don’t have to stay alone
I don’t have to be this ghost
There’s a strength in me somewhere
That I need the most
It’s not God’s fault, not fate, not time
This one’s on me—but I can still climb

[Final Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But I can still rebuild tonight
I’ve got blood, I’ve got breath
I’ve got one last spark of fight
Please, please, please
Let me see the light
I know I’ve got to rise…
So I’m taking back my life

Based on an original track recorded by Mårten Olofsson. Vocals were A.I.-generated, but the lyrics are entirely written by Mårten.

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I sleep in the echo where no one replies
Hung in the static of unopened eyes
Your voice fades out like a hallway of glass
Time forgets gently, I just don’t pass

You forgot I was breathing
Left me ghost, white and slow
Like dust on the frame
Where the picture won’t show

My name is a whisper that no one repeats
A song left to rot in the back of your seat
I haunt through the wires, too quiet to hear
I knock, but you’ve buried the door in your fear

I was here, I was real
But now I just hum in the dark you conceal
I was here, I was real
And now I’m the wound you forgot how to feel

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